Oh, man.
What the fuck do I type in this shit, honestly. Oh, dear.
Anyway, so. Summer theatre is turning out to be boring. Hm. Yeah. I don't understand how anyone can say it is extremely exciting...BUT WAIT! I just have a fun speaking part...pretty much. Oh, musicals.
Anyway, it's still boring. I have to make some clothes, though. I should probably do that soon, but I'm waiting for my card to come from starting a bank account so I can go buy shit. Target doesn't have a fabric department, otherwise I would use my gift card.
Family life. Yup. It's retarded, but not half as retarded as anyone else. I don't see how people can go through thinking that his or her situation is exceptionally worse, unless it really is (like if you happen to be a starving child in Africa), because we all have our shit in life. Some people are extremely vocal about it, and some people use it has a pity party....Yeah, bullshit, if you ask me. Anyway, so. Life. Mmm tasty.
Uhhhh. I really need to clean. After summer theatre I just want to sleep, after I eat a lot. I said I would go swimming, but...you know...high wind a fuckload of leaves in the pool made me change my mind. Tomorrow will have to be different, though. Swimming, cleaning, and laundry, then maybe some sewing? Hmm. I sound like a mother. Jeez, how fantastic.
I'll go out with friends when I have money. Or I'll invite friends over when I finally clean the damned house.
Cast bonding tomorrow. I don't want to bond with the cast, and my character doesn't need a cohesive bond with anyone...so. Why am I going? Why did I pay 5 bucks for pizza, when I'll just eat a few slices and other people who probably didn't pay will eat 5 slices?
I really hate dishonesty. A lot.
And this one kid in summer theatre who thinks he's hot shit, when in fact he is one tone deaf son of a bitch who got the part because he can act better than a lot of other boys who auditioned, which is not saying much. He's extremely conceided, no joke. "Uhh, MzRo, I looked through the script, and when we sing "Kids" Mrs. Peterson isn't anywhere in the script, so why is she singing it with us?" Because you can't carry a fucking melody to save your life, jackass. Why didn't you just ask me, that way I could tell it to you bluntly instead of nicely? I really hate people like that. Sure, I am stealing a bit of your godamn glory, but you know what? I was cast in a musical. I expect to sing. My character is strictly a "speaking" part, and so I made it so I can sing. The only reason I'm singing your song is because MzRo needed me to help you sing it. Hmm, feel better now? Jesus. It's a kid is all about seeing himself in the art, and not the other way around, like how it's sposed to be. Or at least how our teachers tell us its supposed to be. Obviously many people see themselves in the art...many, many do. That is the basis for High School theatre. Hahaha. Oh shitttttttttttttttaki mushrooms. Which I really want to try...
Hmm. I need to order some stuff for my costume. I hate shit that costs a lot of money. Why did I allow myself to get guilt tripped into re-signing up for summer theatre? I thought it would be fun. But, for paying 75 bucks, it's not that great when I spend a lot of time doing jack shit, or waiting to do something, when I could have just waited at home an accomplished a lot more. It's hard to work on stuff with a bunch of noisy theatre kids rampaging around.
Alright, maybe I'm done ranting. That's all for the quarterly update, or whatever.
Anyway, so. Summer theatre is turning out to be boring. Hm. Yeah. I don't understand how anyone can say it is extremely exciting...BUT WAIT! I just have a fun speaking part...pretty much. Oh, musicals.
Anyway, it's still boring. I have to make some clothes, though. I should probably do that soon, but I'm waiting for my card to come from starting a bank account so I can go buy shit. Target doesn't have a fabric department, otherwise I would use my gift card.
Family life. Yup. It's retarded, but not half as retarded as anyone else. I don't see how people can go through thinking that his or her situation is exceptionally worse, unless it really is (like if you happen to be a starving child in Africa), because we all have our shit in life. Some people are extremely vocal about it, and some people use it has a pity party....Yeah, bullshit, if you ask me. Anyway, so. Life. Mmm tasty.
Uhhhh. I really need to clean. After summer theatre I just want to sleep, after I eat a lot. I said I would go swimming, but...you know...high wind a fuckload of leaves in the pool made me change my mind. Tomorrow will have to be different, though. Swimming, cleaning, and laundry, then maybe some sewing? Hmm. I sound like a mother. Jeez, how fantastic.
I'll go out with friends when I have money. Or I'll invite friends over when I finally clean the damned house.
Cast bonding tomorrow. I don't want to bond with the cast, and my character doesn't need a cohesive bond with anyone...so. Why am I going? Why did I pay 5 bucks for pizza, when I'll just eat a few slices and other people who probably didn't pay will eat 5 slices?
I really hate dishonesty. A lot.
And this one kid in summer theatre who thinks he's hot shit, when in fact he is one tone deaf son of a bitch who got the part because he can act better than a lot of other boys who auditioned, which is not saying much. He's extremely conceided, no joke. "Uhh, MzRo, I looked through the script, and when we sing "Kids" Mrs. Peterson isn't anywhere in the script, so why is she singing it with us?" Because you can't carry a fucking melody to save your life, jackass. Why didn't you just ask me, that way I could tell it to you bluntly instead of nicely? I really hate people like that. Sure, I am stealing a bit of your godamn glory, but you know what? I was cast in a musical. I expect to sing. My character is strictly a "speaking" part, and so I made it so I can sing. The only reason I'm singing your song is because MzRo needed me to help you sing it. Hmm, feel better now? Jesus. It's a kid is all about seeing himself in the art, and not the other way around, like how it's sposed to be. Or at least how our teachers tell us its supposed to be. Obviously many people see themselves in the art...many, many do. That is the basis for High School theatre. Hahaha. Oh shitttttttttttttttaki mushrooms. Which I really want to try...
Hmm. I need to order some stuff for my costume. I hate shit that costs a lot of money. Why did I allow myself to get guilt tripped into re-signing up for summer theatre? I thought it would be fun. But, for paying 75 bucks, it's not that great when I spend a lot of time doing jack shit, or waiting to do something, when I could have just waited at home an accomplished a lot more. It's hard to work on stuff with a bunch of noisy theatre kids rampaging around.
Alright, maybe I'm done ranting. That's all for the quarterly update, or whatever.